The Devil In White
Every second stretches like an hour.
The air smells of oil and cold metal. Somewhere in the distance, an owl calls.
Finally, Luca straightens, holding the device, a small, ugly thing that hums faintly with malice.
“It’s done,” he says, breathing hard. “But Adrian… they’re serious. This isn’t a warning. Someone close wants you dead.”
I stare at the device, the fury building in my chest.
“Then I’ll find them,” I say quietly. “And when I do, I’ll make sure they never touch this house again.”